Xu Jiuyou hovered in the air, watching the brutal slaughter below without the slightest intention of intervening.
Xu Changqing said blandly, "Cultivators must not interfere in worldly affairs. The rise and fall of dynasties have nothing to do with us. Continue searching upstream along the Luo River."
Xu Jiuyou nodded. "Yes, Master."
At once, the nine branches behind him gave a light shake, and his figure transformed into a streak of green light that swept across the battlefield at tremendous speed.
The sounds of fighting and wailing below gradually faded behind him.
He followed the Luo River upstream, avoiding war-torn villages and Rogue Cultivator gathering places along the way. Before long, he had left the Eastern Domain far behind. As time passed, the scenery around him changed, gradually replaced by endless towering mountains, while the air grew crisp and cold.
The deeper he went, the more rugged the terrain became.
Not long after, Xu Jiuyou passed through the Hands-Off Region and entered the Southern Domain.
The moment he entered the Southern Domain, the surrounding landscape underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Piercing winds swept up snow that filled the sky, leaving heaven and earth blanketed in white.
The continuous mountain ranges were now buried beneath thick layers of ice and snow; everywhere the eye could see was white.
Here, the Luo River had become a frozen river. The current beneath the ice was faintly visible, yet it no longer possessed even a trace of its former rushing force.
At the sight, Xu Changqing was filled with surprise. "What is Eldest Senior Sister doing in the Southern Domain?"
The Southern Domain was shrouded in ice and snow year-round, its spiritual energy laced with biting cold.
Ordinary cultivators had to expend spiritual power to ward off the bitter chill if they wished to cultivate